Kind Alice Willet had offered to sit-in with young Joseph, and arrived laden with enough knitting to keep her hands occupied for three weeks, let alone three hours. I went off with an easy conscience.Amy was unusually subdued, I thought, as we drove to Caxley.'I've had a slight headache for the last two days,' she admitted. 'Nothing much. I'm only glad we haven't got to sit through Wagner played by a full orchestra. A nice tinkly bit of Mozart on the piano is just about right.''Are you sure you are up to it? I'm quite happy to give it a miss, you know.''No, indeed. It's a good programme—light and melodious, thank God. I'm looking forward to it.'We drove in silence until we approached Caxley.'There is just one thing,' she said at last. 'I don't think I'll be able to go with you to the outdoor sculpture exhibition. If I gave you the tickets, could you find a companion?'I explained about Joseph. Could she find two other people?'Of course,' she replied. She sounded rather relieved. 'I believe it's going to be a permanent display eventually, so perhaps we can go later in the summer.'And so the matter was left.
What do You think about (16/20)Summer At Fairacre?
